He brushed his hand through the swaying meadow, the wind gushed lightly against his face, a smile as bright as the glowing stars lightened the dark around us. I stare in awe unable to stop. Oh isn't it wonderful? To fall in love with such a beautiful existence?
But I seen the cruelness behind that gentle facade. A bloody hand grasping a beating heart, squashing all hope beneath his feet. Such contrast of a personality, in a mere existence.
Many would dull in the face of his brilliance, others would shiver when shown his cruelty, the fury that bubbles under the soft smiles, the bright eyes and the happiness that rolls off his very being. No one would question a thing, a suspicion like that was as ridiculous as a green sky or peach grass. Maybe this is the reason for his survival, of a being like him, would be killed upon sight should such bloodlust been shown so blatantly.